Writing to connect to my soul
I honestly don’t know.
Working the graveyard shift
From 12 to 6
Uncommitted so I freestyle this shit.
A series of neurons send signals throughout my brain
Recalling what once was forgotten
In hopes of deciphering the untold truths of the mind.
Redefined but yet still flawed
Mighty but even the greatest has fall.
How do you make that desire for change remain?
I ask myself all the time.. I get super inspired and then it just fades away. Is it me? Do I not want it enough? Maybe I didn’t show enough effort? What is it that I’m not doing?
I’ve learnt in this year how precious life is. How unloved so much of us are. I’m learning how to love myself. My flaws are what makes me special, one of a kind. Everyday I wake up knowing I am part of something great. Everyday I wake up, wanting to uncover more and more of that great puzzle.
But they are days when world gets to me. Days when I feel that my love isn’t big enough to swallow all the evil. Days when I feel inadequate. But as I cry, I realize that the world needs more people who are free, alive and full of life. Those who simply love because they are love.
Those kind of people expect nothing but give everything. I would like to be amongst those individuals.
If in this moment your life was to end, who would you regret not telling you loved them?